#stony crack

[stonyisforever]

#My meme #walt disney #disney mulan #marvel #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe #the avengers #Stony crack #Stony shippers #Steve Rogers #Tony Stark #Captain America #Iron Man #Captain America Civil War #avengers civil war #Stony meme #Steve/Tony #steve x tony #steve rogers/tony stark #Has this been done?

[wilmakins]

Read The Fic on AO3!

#stony #stony fic #stony crack #stony art #steve rogers/tony stark

[aurumacadicus]

Steve made a beeline from the elevator into the kitchen, as if he had a sixth sense for where Tony was at all times. He plastered himself up against Tony’s back, wrapping his arms around his waist to pull him in tight. Tony’s feet almost left the ground, any weight that Steve hadn’t taken into his arms left on Tony’s toes.

Tony blinked, bewildered, and dropped one hand from the mug he’d been cradling to place on Steve’s arm. “Hey, uh. Hey, big guy. Bad mission?”

“Tony,” Steve said solemnly. “I just want you to know, if you were close to your due date, I wouldn’t travel.”

Tony twisted to squint up at him in confusion. “If I was close to my due date for what?”

“A baby,” Steve said, burying his face in the nape of Tony’s neck.

Tony blinked at him, then blinked again, hard. “Okay? I doubt that’s ever going to be a problem.”

“Our lives are weird. You don’t know,” Steve grumbled.

Tony squinted at him again, then turned a scowl at the rest of the Avengers sitting at the table, lifting his hands up in a very clear ‘what the fuck is this.’

“Are you still mad because Agent Waverly’s husband went off on a fishing trip when she’s about to pop?” Natasha asked in concern.

Steve tightened his grip on Tony so that not even his toes were still on the ground, muttering, “Yeah.”

“Okay, well, we all know you’re way better than Agent Waverly’s husband,” Tony said, even though he had no idea who the fuck that was. “JARVIS, send her the typical Stark Industries maternity gift basket. Steve, I’m glad that you would step up in the impossible event that I get pregnant, but your anger is misplaced. Maybe instead you could hunt down Agent Waverly’s husband and beat him soundly about the head,” he added, mostly to himself.

“I think you shouldn’t be so certain, considering that Loki gave Natasha tentacles a few weeks ago,” Bruce said, as if he was not stirring the pot, and took a very loud sip of his tea.

Tony jerked to gape at him, stunned, then scowled. “Wait, why am I the one who’s going to be pregnant in this scenario?!”

“Because you’re vain and Loki would prey on that,” Thor muttered around a bite of toast, and Clint let out a sound like a snort that he quickly pretended he had not made when Tony turned his glare on him.

“If your brother gives me a magic baby I will remove his head from his body with my bare hands,” Tony growled, in a way that made everyone believe him.

“But if he did, I’d be with you every step of the way,” Steve hurried to assure him.

Tony lifted his mug to dump on Steve’s head and squawked when Steve dropped him in self-defense.

#ideas #stony #crack #avengers shenanigans

[sunnysideprincess]

That flight suit would've stopped civil war.

Or started a whole new one.

#Tony's flightsuit brings all the boys to the yard #tony stark #winteriron #bucky barnes #avengers #buckytony #steve rogers #stony #stevetony #mcu #captain america civil war #crack #natasha romanofff #sharon carter #sam wilson #starbucks #starbuck #iron man #captain america #winter soldier #james bucky barnes

[aro-ace-of-spades]

Me when i see a fic with the warnings"alota death and sad characters here BTW you have been warrrned(aka major character death)" : ahhh. My favourite traumatising trauma that will not only traumatise the characters but me aswell.

#sad fanfiction #crack fanfic #fanfiction problems #fanfiction #fanfic #pjo #meme #funny #solangelo #drarry #klance #shin soukoku #sterek #spidypool #stony #soukoku #bkdk #tddk #miritama #percico #jasico #jercy #bromance #trauma #heartstopper #asexuality #found family #ao3 #merthur #percy jackson

[imperialstark]

thinking about this charming man and steve being a chaotic shit whenever howard starts being himself.

howard: man tony can be a self-centered prick sometimes. wonder who he got that from

steve, kill bill sirens going off in his head even though it's 1991: i fucked your son over your desk last week

howard:

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #howard stark #this charming man #marvel #mcu #this is what happens when i drink #you get crack posts about my fanfic

[festiveferret]

#stony #amongus #ferret does art #stevetonygames #crack

[ishipallthings]

Continuing the Full!Bearded!Tony saga now that Thor’s joined the fray, Clint feels left out and grows one even tho he has even less context then Thor did

I assume it’s an awful, patchy beard because someone has to have a bad one sorry Clint

Bruce refuses to engage in anymore this and thus he and Nat win in the end depending one how long it takes Tony to figure out Steve’s deal

Okay but what if everyone gets into the lets grow a beard thing? Instead of having "who's your favorite Avenger" polls/contests, the main question across social media for that week or month is "which Avenger has the best beard?"

Bruce and Nat tie in the end, Thor gets second place, and Steve/Tony are too busy giving each other beard burn to really care about not getting first place, and the rest of the team is just grateful that they sorted their shit out xD

#stevetony #stony #marvel #the avengers #bearded tony #bearded steve #avengers with beards #crack #fluff #anonymous #asks #answered #I am really enjoying this bearded Tony saga anon thanks :D

[all-the-stevetony-fics]

“He’s in the dangerous second phase of lovesickness,” Bruce says, straight-faced as Tony twitches behind him. “The third is refusal to eat, which can lead to death by starvation if the condition isn’t rectified immediately.”

General Ki growls, the sound coming like static between his oddly-shaped jaw and even odder teeth. “Skri- Stark is an invaluable asset to the empire! This illness must be eradicated immediately, Dr. Banner. What is the cure?”

“A mate,” Bruce says, re-adjusting his glasses. “Skri-Stark must be paired with a mate, and soon. If not, he will succumb within several weeks.”

(Or, the world has fallen to aliens and Steve and Tony come up with a plan to take it back.)

Words: 6094

#au: dystopia #fake/pretend relationship #crack treated seriously #getting together #gen #stevetony #stony #author: anonymous

[bourneblack]

👽 for the writer ask game!

"Strangest fic I've ever written"

had to dig into my WIP folder for this one, but this is probably the strangest fic i've ever written (and never published)

(nsft)

Rogers Rams Me: A fic where pre-serum Steve's cock is actually larger than his post serum size, which they find out when he is de-serumed in battle. It's so big he gets a headache and has to lie down every time he gets hard. Tony, his husband, refuses to back down from this challenge. The story ends with them both in hospital beds, Steve because he passed out due to lack of blood flow to his brain and Tony because he tried to deep throat him, and broke a hole in his trachea. The whole team is very, very unimpressed.

#stony #crack fic #nsft

[idkbishsss]

Stony field

#Stony #my video #crack #Idkbish talks #stevetony

[wilmakins]

Avengers Age of Ultron (as I remember it)

For my recollections of Avengers 1, click here

#stevetony #stony #crack post

[schleckermaul]

general, relationship & verse tag drop.

GENERAL TAGS:

&   —   ooc   . &   —   ic   . &   —   headcanon   . &   —   prompts   . &   —   psa   . &   —   aesthetic   . &   —   open   . &   —   dash commentary   . &   —   isms   . &   —   crack   . &   —   wishlist   . &   —   crack   . &   —   self reblog   .

RELATIONSHIP TAGS:

&   —   break   :   you can use a spear as a walking stick‚ but that will not change its nature   . &   —   sharon   :   scattered assurances lining the aisles‚ like dead petals   . &   —   reim   :   my thrashing beneath you‚ like a sparrow stunned with falling   . &   —   shelly   :   the roses you gave me kept me awake with the sound of their petals falling   . &   —   gilbert   :   there’s no suffering among dandelions‚ in the way the corral gate swings open   . &   —   oz   :   what are the roots that clutch what branches grow out of this stony rubbish   ?

VERSE TAGS:

&   —   v. 01   :   but i didn't say that i would answer   . &   —   v. 02   :   a loyalty that holds fast will become a blade   . &   —   v. 03   :   that which ultimately remains   .

#& — ooc . #& — ic . #& — headcanon . #& — prompts . #& — psa . #& — aesthetic . #& — open . #& — dash commentary . #& — isms . #& — crack . #& — wishlist . #& — self reblog . #& — break : you can use a spear as a walking stick‚ but that will not change its nature . #& — sharon : scattered assurances lining the aisles‚ like dead petals . #& — reim : my thrashing beneath you‚ like a sparrow stunned with falling . #& — shelly : the roses you gave me kept me awake with the sound of their petals falling . #& — gilbert : there’s no suffering among dandelions‚ in the way the corral gate swings open . #& — oz : what are the roots that clutch‚ what branches grow out of this stony rubbish ? #& — v. 01 : but i didn't say that i would answer . #& — v. 02 : a loyalty that holds fast will become a blade . #& — v. 03 : that which ultimately remains .

[sunnysideprincess]

Symphony

A.k.a the V-shaped stuckony soulmate AU crack fic

Read the whole thousand-ish words on Ao3

Snippet:

When soulmates destined to be together touch each other for the first time, the symphony is heard across the universe. As if he hasn't heard this story enough times. You'd be surprised just how many people are meant to be each other's forever. Not much when it comes down to the entirety of Earth's population. Yet still enough. Clichéd violins and opera is annoying as it is with the side serving of him hearing the music play while his lady love and the new assistant (who later turns out to be a SHIELD plant) accidentally brush their fingers together. Now there's Steve Rogers, in his all American glory and Tony just wants to beat the crap out of this alien army and go back home. And possibly, plug his ears to drown out the extensive noise.

#soulmate au #but make it CRACK #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #natasha romanov #pepper potts #stevetony #winteriron #stony #buckytony #peppernat #blackpepper #avengers #mcu #archive of our own #ao3 #posted on ao3 #stuckony

[aro-ace-of-spades]

Don't pretend you don't relate

#Ao3 #Fanfic #sad fanfiction #crack fanfic #fanfiction problems #fanfic #gay fanfiction #fanfiction #ao3 writer #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 works #ao3 stuff #read on ao3 #ao3 update #ao3 shouto #Spidypool #Stony #Sterek #Percico #solangelo #funny #lol #drarry #klance #shin soukoku #soukoku #Merthur #Bkdk #Tddk

[tarjapearce]

Laus Be

WARNINGS: SMUT. Double cock Demon Miguel, Not proofreaded, Mild dub-con, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: I'm high af on Advil and had to take this out of my system before I forgot. And yeah jskjs. Probably comes out as crack fic jsksj.

[Laus Be - Praised Be]

Summary: A cult offers you as a tribute to the Demon King himself ~

Viscous crimson liquid rolled off your chin as you were forced the goblet on your lips. Some of its remnants seeping and sliding down your throat.

The chants of cloaked figure around you intensified as they prepared their sacrificial lamb for slaughter. You.

They had not only kidnapped and kept you in the shadows for a while, depriving you from external stimuli that could soil what they had in hand.

Silence had turned your biggest company in the dark, stony, fusty and humid cell, you were being fed with selected things. And no matter how much you begged, they never released you.

You didn't know them, neither their faces, as them remained perpetually obscured by the cloaks. The only indicator they were human was the fresh smell of charred flesh in the back of their palms. A skull like spider symbol  burned and forever marked into their skin.

You were kept in the dark until now. Everyone spoke in a foreign language you've never heard before.

One of them dragged you away from the  twisted comfort your cell provided you, another group, bathed you in such delicate oils and perfumes, a common practice among the royals, and finally donned in nothing but a white silky and lace robe.

Then you were taken to another room, more like dragged, a golden chalice brought to you. The sickly sweet smelling concoction stared directly at you, but naturally, you refused.

Do not ever accept a drink from a stranger.

Wise words from your old man came into mind, but the wistful thought was shaken away as the liquid was forced down on your throat. Some droplets staining your angelic appearance. Their cloaked leader seemed annoyed you had ruined the immaculate purity your dress limned.

But it mattered not. Not when you were guided to a different room. A room that immediately lit on its own, revealing several pentagrams carved on the floor and walls. Candles melted, but they seemed perpetually alight, neverending incandescence illuminating and warming the room.

An appalling contrast from your cell, from the place in general. There was no windows, not a glimpse of anything that could dictate you who reigned over the skies. Day or night. Your sense of time had been so warped you couldn't even tell how many days your stance in this place had been.

Your eyes felt heavy, droopy and your body shivered. The perkiness of your breast peeking through the silky and soiled gown. One of the cloaked figures pulled you inside the outer circles of the first pentagram.

The contact of their skin made you whimper. You didn't know what had came over you, but certainly that sweet drink you were forced down a little ago, had everything to do with it.

The gates closed behind you, as the mystery people surrounded you. All of them kneeled as their voices united in an ancient chant.

Your mouth panted as they repeated the chant.

Laus be, Rex tuus [Praised be, Our King]

Your heart thumped harder, as your temperature increased. Heat and fear spreading through your body as the circles of the pentagrams begun buzzing with dark energy, soaring into life.

The chants increased, and so the smoldering heat between your legs.

An Aphrodisiac?

You didn't know not cared. The only thing in your mind was to run, as fiery red eyes emerged from the dark mist that disippated into tangible black spiders. Spiders that approached to you in a freakish speed.

Egredere de requiem tuam!

[Rise from your slumber]

You fell on your knees. The presence of the emerging entity had your insides cry in sheer need. Your body was rioting against all rational thought. Need clawed and begged to be acknowledged, but fear clung so hard you tried in crawling away, only for a hand to reach for your ankle and drag you back.

"No!"

You whimpered as the spiders crawled on you, panic rose at seeing them jumping all over your body, you tried to shake them off in your haste, but a low growl made you still. Deliciously low and dangerous. Your heart and clit pulsed.

No, no, no! Run!

The little crawlers hopped on your body again, to your shock, they melded together, taking the shape of hands that were now caressing whatever exposed piece of skin you had as other tugged and tore at the ceremonial robe, forcing you deeper in the pentagram circles, right before the demon.

Palms brushed on your bare body, by instinct you tried to cover up, a pair of hands stopped you. Black mist hands held your arms above you, wrist together as the rest proded at your outer folds, squeezed your breast together, pinched your nipples, kneaded your hips and ass.

"S-Stop!" You mouth lied and the demon before you smirked. His sharp and well sculpted factions revealed to you. Despite the horns attached to his forehead, he was as beautiful as terrifying. Sharp teeth shone when he plunged his big thumb inside your lips, toying with your warmth and moist tongue.

"Don't fight it"

Raspy and underwordly voice echoed through the walls

The summoned hands ventured a couple of fingers inside your now soaked hole. Your eyes drooped even further. A debauched expression coming through your flushed face. You licked his thumb, and engulfed it with closed eyes as the fingers slid in and out of you.

"Surrender to me"

He growled as another finger stretched your squelching and pulsating cunt. His thumb twirled against your tongue as his body took it's final shape. Broad and well sculpted torso, narrow waist with a sight that made you clench around his fingers and your mouth water. Hard and proud cocks, adorned with thick veins, a happy trail decorating the above.

The chants never stopped, but it didn't matter. You were focused on his deep and alluring voice that called you into the depths of depravity where he came from. You were a sacrifice offered for him to devour.

Pushed on your knees and crawling to him, whimpering as his fingers slid faster out of you, edging you to your first demise.

His clawed hand took gently your chin, holding it open as his other hand took one of his hefty cocks and fed you the tip, you immediately took a hold of the other one, stroking your hand on it. All inhibitions gone as your mouth worked  him. He tasted rich, tangy and so addictive. He cackled at your shameless cock worship. Both mouth and hand wet and warm.

Your tongue was desperate to taste every inch of him, your eyes glowed in the same red hue. Your strokes on his second cock went faster, nearly fisting him between a tight grip. He hummed in approval

"So eager to please" He grunted and pushed deeper inside you, the stretch in your jaw was worth the pain as he slid in and out of your plump mouth. His hand bobbed your head on his length, coating him with a mix of your saliva and his pre cum.

You gagged but he pushed you as deeper as he could, holding your head still as his hips rammed on your lips, Your nose nuzzling and inhaling his musky and tantalizing scent that not only sent your senses in a stronger riot. He growled as your throat muscles clamped around him, tightly, just like your hand.

"Wonder if it's as tight between your thighs"

He rasped with a grunt and thrusted a few more times before releasing your head. A thick thread of his cum connecting your lips with his tip. You gasped, mouth gaping as the soft and wet noises kept coming from his soaked fingers. Your need to hold onto something only increased as your hips moved on their own, sinking deeper ontop of them.

"Pl... Please!" You mewled in between breathless pants. Your flesh soaked and quivered under his ministrations, imploring to be taken

"Are you begging to be destroyed, little one? Is that what you want?"

You nodded and his sharp fangs came into view as a wicked smile stretched in his meaty lips.

"So be it."

You mewled once more as he pulled his summoned fingers away from your slit, snake like tongue curling around them, taking a taste of you. He growled and pushed you to the floor.

Summoned hands immediately taking a hold of your body, spreading your legs for him to take in the sight of you. His lips were brought into sight as he approached your puffed and drenched cunt.

Slimy and amphibious like tongue slid between shivering folds, to then push in inside you. Clawed hands brought your hips against his mouth. Your hands clenched in tight fists at the pressure

His slithering and coiling tongue made you scream at the overwhelming sensation of him instigating your orgasm. His tongue was a bully, just as his hands that toyed with your clit and butthole.

Your nipples, engorged by the constant pinching and pulling. Toes curled in as you came into his mouth. As he left you, your insides felt empty, in dire need to be filled again.

One would think after such ministration the effects of the lust would tame down, but since the chant of the cloaked figures never stopped, your lust didn't subsided either. It only burned with such intensity you were growing to fear.

The handsome devil positioned himself between your legs, his sprung cocks twitched, ready to be plunged. The summoned hands folded you in half, exposing your holes to him.

The fist one rubbed in between your folds, coating it even further in your slick as the other one poked at your second tight hole.

"Oh God!" You cried as he stretched tortuously slow both of your holes at the same time, only to end up in a powerful plow as you mentioned 'god'.

He growled as his hand squeezed your neck, dangerously tight. Your arms restrained above you

"You'll see what a real god , feels like, wench"

Your spine arched as his hips began moving. To say you felt full was a measly thing compared to how your body was being used. Your lower belly bulged everytime he slid in, he pulled out only to plow deeper. Your skin shook by the rough display of power.

The hands that kept feeding your delusional debauchery, held you in place. The room was filled with your breathless and unceasing pleas and needy cries. A lot of 'Yes!' along with 'It hurts so good' and more 'use me!'

Your hips felt like breaking by the hefty weight of his own as they slapped against yours. Your senses were drowning in the sensorial overload he slowly put you through.

Skin burned, your nose kept smelling him, sweet and musky, adding to your already overwhelmed arousal, His taste reminiscing on your tongue, Your eyes locked in his cocks and how these disappeared into you, taking you to a new level of pleasure you'd never thought reaching. And hearing his growls everytime you clenched around him made you reach your second orgasm right away, despite him just starting using you.

"Pathetic" He sneered

His thrust increased in strength, making you spill out broken pleas and incoherent mumblings. The rough friction felt like nirvana itself. Overstimulation was devastatingly delicious.

Hands turned your convulsing form down. Chest flat against the floor, your arms were restrained behind your back by his demonic hand, and your plump ass, up, awaiting to be ruined.

You took a look at the hooded figures, none of them were looking, but they kept kneeling and chanting like their lives depended on it.

The new stretch on both your holes made your eyes roll back and your jaw to slack.

An array of lewd curses flew out your moaning mouth. His cocks fought for which hole came first. Your sobs choked and were replaced by mild grunts and screams as your body lurched forward at the force his god like body exerted on you.

Bot of your holes were shaped into his girths, stretching and welcoming him despite their continuous bullying.

The back of your thighs tainted red by the rough slaps and thrusts.

Another orgasm for you. Both holes clamped and creamed around him, his cue for giving you a little break that didn't last much as he laid on his back and sheathed you ontop, earning a weakened and shivering scream from you.

"I can't!" The hands held you again, helping your hips to move up and down as they spreaded yours ontop of his thighs.

A frown came into his face, with a swift movement of his hands, he made the summoned limbs to sheathe you faster and rougher. Your slick rolling down his thighs. His hand pulled your hair down as you wailed like a banshee in need.

As much as you wanted to close your legs, it was impossible. Pleasure turned borderline painful as his other hand squeezed your throat. The asphyxia only increased the brain splitting sensations.

The demon king only laughed with sultry mockery at your state. He wasn't even half satisfied, and you were already losing your mind.

What was it? Four? five? The clenching and sobbing from you just confirmed the fifth one.

"Giving up so soon?"

This time, he cradled you into his arms and summoned a throne. A throne where he'd sit down and sunk you once more ontop of him.

You shook your head vehemently, trying to get away. Your arms were numb behind your back. Both holes deliciously stretched, empty and a tired face Miguel still found amusing and endearing as to how you reacted.

He was holding back after the third orgasm. Humans felt always welcoming. But you, you felt heavenly.

So tight and delicious. A need he had to sate every year. The past tributes were outright awful. You had been  entertaining him for quite a while now.

His free hand cupped your cheek before his lips crashed onto yours. He moved his hips in a slow motion, trying to give your raving a pause as he took his time in exploring your mouth with his own and his tongue.

Your moist muscle opposed little at the slithering and coiling one that had you breathless in matter of seconds. Your body glistened in sweat. Hair strands etched to your neck, super back and cheeks. Flushed flesh and a dumb gone look that made you even more worthy to look at.

He had ruined you. And it was time to reward your outlasting.

His lips let you go and his hips began moving once more. You couldn't even utter a proper word. Voice hoarse and raspy. Mouth dry.

As he kept pounding and relishing your broken body, you couldn't help but collide against his chest and arch your back, creaming at the base of his first cock as your ass squeezed his second

He took a fistful of your front strands and seized your face as pleasure flooded your senses once more.

"Eyes on me, wench"

Miguel commanded despite your obvious struggle to remain conscious. His pace increased and so did your panting.

Breast bounced mercilessly at his rutting, his lips came closer to yours, you moaned into each other's mouths, before his moved to your neck.

He whispered and groaned things in that ancient language before kissing your tender flesh and biting with his fangs. Marking you as you came with a weakened yelp.

His hand let your arms go to then secure you in a tight embrace while growling and plowing deep enough to have thick spurts of his seed painting your tight and sore walls.

You had achieved what no other lamb had. You had appeased him.

For now.

#king miguel #Miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #demon king #miguel ohara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #t writes✨ #spiderman 2099 smut #spiderman 2099 x reader